Friday, September 16, 2011

Acrid, sweet September. Strange, almost prophetic weather. Destroying cells, biting asses. 
As expected, I'm okay. Lying on my back, inhaling love. Chasing fictitious mice, leisurely chewing on cloth. 
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September 30, 2011 at 6:30 AM
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